#ishtar uni era let’s go

[memuntos]

“ can i pet him ? ” camila shouted only inches away from the blonde’s face to be heard over the music. she was at the loud frat party for one thing and one thing only. to scratch another item off her ‘first year musts’ list. it was a list conceived under the delirium of an all nighter, one too many red bulls and a group of six rowdy friends all with too much input to offer. somewhere during that night she had hastily scribbled ‘attend a party thrown by a fraternity or a sorority’ and in slanted brackets beside it read: +10000 aura if you go to both. camila already had the next sorority event bookmarked in her calendar. anything for hypothetical coolness points.

when she had spotted ishtar comfortably tucked in the depth of the grimy house she had beelined immediately towards her. camila knew ishtar — everyone knew ishtar — but she wasn’t sure if the girl remembered her from their ecology class. she could vividly recall the first day @feminurge had walked into class with her wide rimmed cowboy hat and matching boots. camila had made it a secret part of her list to befriend the eccentric girl ever since. there was no better time than the present. so she pointed at herself with a wide grin. “ i’unno if we properly met before but i’m camila. most people call me cam or cammie or if you’re really feeling different then sometimes mila or mia. ” a brief pause before she shook her head seemingly reconsidering her last point. “ actually scratch that don’t call me mia, my abuela calls me mia and that’s only because she has dementia and thinks i’m my actually mom’s sister. ”

she waved off her brief family history as if it was nothing but small talk. her attention turned back to the lizard on ishtar’s shoulder and she beamed. “ sooooo, can i pet him ? what’s his name ? is he enjoying the party ? ”